2002-02-26 - 9:15 a.m.

I'm not sure whether to write how along with the weather, things are looking nicer these days -- or to bitch about how people always think I'm older than I am when they meet me nowadays. We're talking an average of four-five years older from a sample group too large to count with one hand.

Many people have mentioned a recent Times article that covered the fact that complete assholes have embraced the bars of Williamsburg. They drive or take a cab over the bridge, become astounded that beers are only four dollars (four dollars!) on the Brooklyn side of the river, and then scope out the local 24-year-old ladies who are "just looking for a good time" -- unlike their Manhattan counterparts looking for seven figures. Favorite quote: "They [the women] can't be expecting much out of you if drinks are only four dollars!"

Somehow I think the writer had a field day with that article, being as creeped out by the weekend tourists, the sleazy real estate investors and i-bankers, as my friends and I were. Are. Guess I'm never going to Enid's on a weekend again.

On a related note, a few months ago in Carroll Gardens I ran into this Manhattanite I'd been on several dates with. Not even in my neighborhood, but immediately my territoriality kicked in: What are you doing in MY borough? I have problems, I know.